The Fence
There once was a little boy who had a bad temper. His father
gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he
must hammer a nail into the back of the fence.
The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence.
Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of
nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to
hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.
Finally the day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at
all. He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull
out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper. The days passed
and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were
gone.
The father took his son by the hand and led him to the
fence. He said, "You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the
fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they
leave a scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a man and draw it out.
It won't matter how many times you say I'm sorry, the wound is still
there."
The little boy then understood how powerful his words were.
He looked up at his father and said "I hope you can forgive me father for
the holes I put in you."
"Of course I can," said the father.
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